Luyện nghe bài hát The Creation Ruin

Here's to you who would creation.
to you...

See here men, we mean to bring you sight.
Gaze upon your wasteland.
Into the eyes of the limbless, and slain.
Pray you such suffering.
See blind men.
You see here.

We will not mourn. Not day.
the pallbearers. Quench the pyre.
We by moonlight;
by unrest, driven into lunacy.

Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning...
The spear will silence the of us.

Farewell to and beating hearts,
Life drains the soil.
Death is where men unite, lifetimes of unrest.
And is the folly of man,
Misspent of breath and beating hearts.
Death is where men unite. We only in death.
A union of corpses littered a mourning moon.

May the weight of the dead bring the of clarity.
In vengeance we are blind, by a black veil
the vision, the heart, and the mind.
Exact and be damned.
Only unveiling brings from this,
Our familiar and fate...

the womb with warm blood on our faces;
To the grave with cold on our hands.

to you who would ruin creation...

an end to you.